She’s pinned hard against the slick, graffiti-stained wall of a narrow alley, chest rising fast under a soaked white shirt that’s almost see-through now, her pleated black skirt hiked just slightly as his leg slides between hers, the fabric clinging to her skin like second breath, rain hissing down in rivulets, pooling around their feet, steam rising where warmth meets cold pavement, neon signs above them flicker red, violet, gold, cutting across her wet thighs and the curves of her hips in sharp pulses of light, her head tilted up, lips parted in a silent gasp as he presses closer, one hand locking both her wrists high above her head, the other gripping her waist tight enough to bruise, their faces just inches apart, his breath hot on her cheek, their bodies nearly fused through soaked layers, her eyes wide and shining, glowing with anticipation and heat, one of her stockings rolled halfway down her leg, his shirt half open, plastered to his chest, and all around them — the city blurs, nothing but shadows, firelight and tension about to break
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